Page 63 of Ghosted in Arkadia

My legs didn’t move.

Ghost is real.

I dreamed of Alexander.

He loves me this time.

He brings white roses.

He kisses my wrist.

His eyes bleed.

He asks why.

I don’t answer.

I don’t remember.

I am Kira Blackwell.

They change my meds.

More drip. Less stab.

A tube in my arm.

I can’t feel where it begins.

Maybe it’s part of me now.

It’s always been a part of me.

I am Kira Blackwell.

The speaker plays a song I used to love.

Then it loops.

Ghost?

He’s quiet now.

I think he’s hiding.

Maybe I buried him.

Ghost is real.

I am Kira Blackwell.

I am—

What was I saying?